Welcome friend, to the Scarlet Vault. Oh, don’t be afraid. I
won’t hurt you. Unless you’d like me to?
I don’t quite know how you got in here. You should never
have made it past the threshold. But you’re here, and I’m a little lonely and
full of tales to tell, so perhaps we’ll overlook your trespassing, just this
once.
You’ve ascertained the nature of this place, I take it? But
it’s much more than just a museum of terrors. Locked away for safekeeping
behind these red doors are mysterious items that are too powerful, too
dangerous to exist. I am their custodian, and the guardian and protector of
this collection. I warn you. If you have plans on stealing – or even touching –
any of these items, you’ll have to deal with me first, and believe me – my bite
is far worse than my bark.
If you want to leave, I suggest you do so now, while you
still have the opportunity and possession of your soul. If not, I’ll give you
the tour, if you’re interested? There’s so much to see here.
A book that must never be read. The empty portrait of a man who has escaped
the confines of the canvas. A ceremonial urn containing the remains of the last
great vampire. The bullet that ended a supernatural romance.
All of these items and more await you. And every item has a
story. Perhaps you’d like to hear one?
